A stranger, I became..

A stranger, I became… He was corrupted by the Army, almost 15 years, twisted his minds and his needs.Once he needed home, once he needed his family.And now he need new cities, new… Continue reading

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Pieces of April..

Pieces of April…. My dreamland beauty, she comes to my mind in early April.The cold of Winter almost gone and I remember our Spring time kisses,our Spring time dances with Lake Michigan.I loved… Continue reading

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No take-backs my friend.

 No take-backs my dear friend… Young man in the dark tavern told the bar Poet. I broke a woman heart and I spoke cold and heartless words . I should of never said.… Continue reading

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The lucky or the crazy?

The lucky or the crazy. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “I lived on the coastline of California for three years. No better place to be. “              The lucky or the crazy? We danced… Continue reading

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A Robert Frost poem and poetry for nature and life..

“I loved the hard climb, the untouched path.I listen for the flowing river and I go to her.Rarely do I see people.I sit with the trees, the free animals and allow my feet… Continue reading

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The dance..

The dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Many kinds of opportunities for the dance. A wise person is fearless in life. If you take no chances. You won’t know what you could of done… Continue reading

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With open eyes..

With open eyes.. I love the girl who can see beyond the lies. I love the girl who can watch the morning come alive. I love the girl who love books and adore… Continue reading

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The kiss..

The kiss.. The old poet write by the sea, he scribble words about faces, places missed and gone. The radiant morning sun sun-kissed his face and he told the Pacific ocean. The poet’s… Continue reading

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Wild hearts and a beautiful Hope Winter song.

Wild heartsA Poem by Coyote Poetry  (Taking chances, writing in different directions. ) 1- We were naked, we twisted our bodies into a unfinished puzzleand we shared our wildest dreams.We talked and we used twisted… Continue reading

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Waiting for a miracle..

1- Cheryl.. Few speak your name now. When the whiskey is good and I seek pretty faces in my lonely nights. I remember you. You were a wild eyes woman who wanted to… Continue reading

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